Some of you know my camera travails of recent months. Well, at the airport on Sunday, as I reached into my giant carry-on satchel for passports, etc. my new-ish camera leapt from the bottom of the bag in an apparent last bid for freedom before we boarded, and it landed on the hard floor, spinning crazily beneath the feet of our annoyed fellow travelers. The flash was destroyed. So now, all the indoor and nighttime photos you see will either, a)suck or, b) have been taken by my daughter Dev.
Yesterday, we walked and shopped. It was raining but just a little and very mild.
Then last night, we went out to dinner. Devin and I got a little dressed up. The guys, not so much
We ate here:
Sorry, no flash. It was called Le Bistroit St. Honore, and oh my dear Lord, it was delicious! The family wouldn’t allow me to take photos of the escargots, salads, steak frites and lamb stew that we devoured.
On the way home we saw these interesting wigs displayed in a window:
This, of course, was my favorite:
Yes, the pony bouffant was made completely our of human hair! Tres chic!
Sorry about the camera, wow you have bad luck with cameras…the pics you have up look wonderful! Thanks for sharing… x
Ann, my sister-in-law took a pic of everything she ordered to eat in Paris, it was neat to see. Dev, please take care of the pics for us. Pony with a wig, only in Paris I guess. Looks like the flowers are still blooming in the window boxes, I still have things blooming in my yard too, thankfully. Be safe, xoxox.
I love escargot! The photos are lovely despite the camera mishap. You and Devin are absolutely beautiful – great photo. Have a wonderful family vacation, and thanks for sharing the photos.
Your camera was mad as heck and just couldn’t take it anymore! It just couldn’t handle the thought of all the pictures in Paris. hehehe Now maybe they’ll actually replace it for you.
You and Dev look gorgeous, and the restaurant looks so romantic. I can just see you wanting to take pics of the food and them all saying ‘No, you’re going to embarrass us!’
The pony wig is just too funny for words. I think you should go and try it on just for the fun of it, and take pics of course. lolol
Dear Ann,
So sorry about the camera, but thanks in advance to Devin for the pics!
Thank you SO MUCH for sharing your vacay with us all! Prais looks great and so do you ladies1
Have fun,
Lynne
Oops! Excuse the typo—Prais?!—off to have coffee now!
Have a good one everyone (whether you’re in Paris or not!)
Lynne
My sister-in-law has you beat. Everytime she goes on vaca, the camera takes a bullet. Rome – Dropped in front of the gate at the Vatican. Denmark – Out of her bag & into a canal. Nova Scotia – Smashed on the rocks in front of a lighthouse. They need to invent an industrial strength camera or just go to BJ’s & buy a case of cameras. At Christmas you never have to put a lot of thought for a gift, just get her a camera.
Marsha, that’s awful but hilarious! I’m cracking up. She needs something so she can hang it around her neck. Although then she might be smashing into the rocks, or falling into a canal. Sounds like she just has bad camera karma! How awful to keep losing special pictures you’ve taken. I think she should just not be allowed to have a camera – someone else has to be the picture taker.
Ann, you and Dev do look great!!!!
I am sorry about your camera, that definitely sucks!!!! Interesting wig designs, tho!!!
Parisians are definitely designer unique!!!
Paris and you and Devin have something in common…true beauty!
Sounds like a titanium encased camera is in order for your next trip. Ask Santa.
As has been said before, thanks so much for sharing these neat pictures. And the next time the boys tell you not to take pictures of the food, tell them it is a chick thing. On my cruise I took pictures of the toilet, shower stall, in-wall hair dryer, closets, deck chairs, mini-bar, elevators, etc., because I KNEW my mom would want to see those details. She was so pleased – ha. And, who knows, the Food Network might get wind of it and offer you a show: “Travels with Ann: Food, Horses and Other Stuff.”
Cath, lololol So that’s why you came home with 300 some pictures! hehehe I love it.
So I’ve done some reading online about Dorothy Parker. Thanks to Ann and the wonderful people on this blog I’m starting to come out of my philistine-hood. I love this woman. Her attitude, her not caring what anyone thought about her. When I read that she was kicked out of Catholic school at a young age because she referred to the Immaculate Conception as spontaneous combustion, I knew she was really my kind of woman! lolololol I love it.
There’s actually a Dorothy Parker Society that meets yearly in NYC, gives the locations and pictures of all the places she lived in NYC, gives walking tours of places of interest, etc. Here’s their website: http://dorothyparker.com/
Trace, I kind of thought you’d like Dorothy Parker as much as I do. It’s a sister thing. (I was going to put a smiley face here, but those BIG YELLOW ROUND SMILEY FACES are starting to make me twitch.)
For Ann….
Don’t talk to me of love, let’s talk of Paris.
I’m in Paris with the slightest thing you do.
I’m in Paris with your eyes, your mouth,
I’m in Paris with….all points south.
Am I embarrassing you?
I’m in Paris with you.
James Fenton
Not too sure about that “all points south” line, but I thought you would like the verse.
Ann, your camera must be cousins with my cellphone. I was at a Bruce Springsteen concert last week and it flew out of my hands (note to self-no clapping while holding phone), went careening down some stairs and skidded in 3 pieces under people’s feet several rows in front of me. It looked like I threw it. My first reaction was to pretend I didn’t do it but I figured I really needed my phone. I had to get an usher with a flashlight to help me find it. Luckily Bruce fans are very forgiving.
Yes Cath, it is a sister thing. I bet Maureen would love her too. She loved her drinking poem last week! hehehe
I know, the new smiley faces are so obnoxious, and it’s so hard to stop myself from doing them. It’s like I’m being made to sit on my hands in school!
Candy, now that’s a poem I can understand! lolol All points south. Whoa baby.
Amanda, that’s funny. Yes, your needing the phone had to trump your embarrassment. Just be glad you weren’t at the edge of a level and it didn’t fall to the level below.
Devin certainly has the most beautiful hair… so thick and so long….
Have lots of fun..
When I was five I used to wear brown pants or tights on my head to achieve long “Cher hair.” Devin is so lucky!
Tracy and Catherine, my own affinity for Dorothy Parker isn’t exactly what I’d describe as “a sister thing.” It’s more that I appreciate the woman’s great wit and her literary and verbal smart-assery.
Oh Ann, you are so generous. Thanks tons! But yes, we need to over-ride the boys vote and take pictures of food. Darn that suicidal camera, so fortunate to have Devin, and the old stand by phone.
Catherine, I did that too! It was such a toss up for me… did I want to be Cher? Or Samantha from Bewitched? Or maybe even Morticia from The Addam’s Family. I never wanted to be Jeannie, but I did love her outfits and her bottle.
Alan, “verbal smart assery” is going to be my new favorite pharse.
Alan, I’d say you’re our brother then. Cath said sister thing because we think so much alike. “Verbal smart-assery” definitely runs in the family. lolololol And it’s now my favorite new phrase too.
Sorry to hear about the camera. With all the camera and cell phone droppings… why hasn’t anyone come up with a bungee type wrist cord?
Your a blogger go ahead and photograph the food!
Sounds like your having a faaabulous time!
Tracy, Alan can’t be our brother because then we can never marry him. How about a close, but distant, cousin?
Alan, “verbal smart-assery” is my new favorite phrase now too. I foresee practicing it a lot.
Oh Julie, I had a Bewitched thing too! I was always cursing my non-wiggleable nose. I also had a Bionic Woman thing. I used to run in slow motion at recess, tossing my hair around. Looking back I’m sure the other students on the playground must have thought I was nuts.